Chapter 441: 【441】Weakness

The Tom in front suddenly stopped again and squatted down: "Come on, I'll carry you."
An Chuxia was stunned, shook her head and said, "No, I can go by myself."
"I'm afraid you will be exhausted before you reach yourself. Let me carry you on my back. Hurry up." Tom frowned, feeling An Chuxia climbing on his back before standing up: "Chinese girls are all like this. Is it light?"
Is this a compliment? An Chuxia didn't answer, and didn't know how to answer.
After walking for more than two hours, the sun has risen very high. Finally Tom stopped in front of a huge boulder and put down An Chuxia. He looked at the huge boulder and said, "The person you are looking for is behind that."
An Chuxia's back froze, and she found that she was more nervous than when she heard Han Qilu had been shot by Viscount Nangong. Both feet seemed to be filled with lead, and there was no way to lift their feet and walk over.
"Don't say you met me." Tom looked at her like this, turned and left resolutely. He decided to ignore what happened next, and moved quickly. Kindness is a disease, it can be cured! Tom thought so, and soon disappeared into a dense forest...
"Han Qilu...?" An Chuxia whispered, she found that even her voice was shaking. Why is death always so close to her? Why is life always so unfair to her? Why does her favorite person leave her one by one?
Tears began to flood again, and she finally made up her mind and walked towards the boulder step by step. The grass here is very sparse, and there are a lot of rubble. It is obviously only ten meters away, but it seems to be as long as ten kilometers.
She was already standing in front of the boulder, and as long as she walked around the boulder, she could see him—I don't know if he was alive or dead.
Taking a deep breath, she gritted her teeth and walked around the boulder a few steps, and saw...blood all over the ground, and the man who fell in a pool of blood.
"No—" An Chuxia immediately covered her eyes, but tears flowed through the gaps between her fingers. The air is full of fragrance of fragrant grass mixed with a touch of blood. She slowly lowered her hand and walked towards Han Qilu step by step.
He is still so handsome, even though his eyes are closed tightly, even though his face is pale, even though he doesn't move, he is still handsome as a prince from a fairy tale.
"Han Qilu!" Finally, An Chuxia walked to Han Qilu's side and squatted down, using all her strength to hug him tightly. She was shocked to find that the place where Han Qilu was shot was actually her head, and a strong sense of powerlessness spread to her heart.
Fortunately, her sanity didn't completely disappear, she gently put Han Qilu down and lay flat, with her ears on his chest. The faint heartbeat was beating again and again, she was very surprised, there was a heartbeat, and a heartbeat!
"Han Qilu, I carry you down the mountain, you must hold on to it." She lifted Han Qilu up, and suddenly a cylindrical object fell out of Han Qilu's grip. It was a flare gun with half flare up.
It seemed that Han Qilu wanted to ask for help, but because he was so badly injured that he passed out before the flare could be better.
An Chuxia happily installed the flare, and she found several flare beside the boulder. I don't know if people can clearly see the location of the signal during the day, but she can't wait any longer.
With a sound of "Peng", the flare was launched into the sky. Expanded into a big red smoke. It took a long time for the smoke to dissipate because there was no wind.